Thursday, November 6, 2008

Autumn thought

It's strange how dead and dying leaves can be so beautiful. There's something very glorious about walking through an autumn woodland, whether it be the quality of the low silvery light filtering through the hues of reds, browns and yellows, or the rustle of leaves beneath your feet, an enchanting carpet of decay.

But death is necessary in order to facilitate life. New leaves could not grow in the spring if the old remained. God is a God of new beginnings...

Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you'll have it forever, real and eternal.